Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Israel and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Subhumans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Patti Smith,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
The Misunderstood,
Barry Ungar,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soulsonic Force,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Agent Orange,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Supertramp,
Country Teasers,
Sixth Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
China Crisis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.